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byKristine Schomaker

A few years ago, my aunt and

uncle read an article in Spin

Magazine about musicians who

play concerts to people all over

the world from the comfort of

their homes. They are able to do

this by creating avatars and

logging into the virtual world of

Second Life. It didnt take long

for my aunt and uncle to join.

Within a couple weeks they

called me up. You have got tocheck out Second Life. We have

met so many artists and

musicians. You will love this

place.

That day I joined Second Life,

created an avatar and started

exploring this vast new world.

Living a Second Life

The Journalism Film:Read All About It!

byMelissa Steel

Newspaper journalism seems to be

having a mid-life crisis. Gone is the

sure strut of its youth, encapsulated

by the newspaper boys call of Extra!

Extra! Read all about it! as the

crowds form around him to devour

the latest gossip and global crises.

Today we are faced with older, but not

necessarily wiser, media outlets.

Flashy websites and a desperate

attempt to master Twitter are the

newspapers equivalent of the middle-

aged man buying the obligatory

Harley Davidson. Perhaps that is why

all the best films about the business

were made long before the advent of

the web, when the profession had a

more stable identity.

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As part of our series of art blogger

interviews The Flaneur is pleased to

spend some time with Ortaku, a

street artist from Romania .

What is the address of your blog?

http://un-otak.blogspot.com/

Which country are you based in?

Romania

How long have you been blogging?

On Blogger since June 2008

How often do you post updates?

It depends on my activity. Recently I

tried to post daily. Some months ago

weekly Italwaysvaries. I only postwhat I draw so

Do you have a niche or do you

cover all of the arts?

I have a niche urban-art stencil

How did it all start? Why do you doit?!

I started with graffiti 10 years ago

and I always take a photo of what I

do and I had to post it somewhere. I

tried a lot of platforms before this

blog www.fotolog.com, deviantart

Do you also use social media?

Yes, Facebook

What have you discovered about

the art world since you started

blogging?I do not surf other blogs.

Are you an artist as well? How

does blogging complement your

practice?

Yes I am an artist and I only post on

the blog what I do. Since I paint

indoors and most of what I do ends

up in thestash somewhere, the onlyplace where someone can enjoy it is

on the blog.

Which artists do you admire?

There are few artists I admire

mostly friends from the same niche .

I am quite anarcissist.How do you choose the topics for

your posts?

It is the same topic always.

Do you write the blog entirely

yourself or do you have guest

posters?

Only myself.

Do you post mainly images or

text?

Images. I try to put also some

text.

How important do you think

independent blogs are?

Not too important.

Do you run advertising?

No.

Do you make any money from the

blog?

No.

Do you think readers value blogs

enough?

No.

Do you encourage interaction and

comments?

I would like to.

What computer set up do you have

for blogging? Do you blog on the

move?

Only from my computer.

What are your aims for your blog?

Advertise my art.

What blogs do you read?I search for photos on fffound and

similar sites.

Thank you

very much for your time.

Art blogger interview: Cristea Cornel

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Continued from front page. Take His Girl

Friday (1940), for instance. Sexual

tension holds this picture together,

which is a good thing because the

poor preservation of the film

means nothing else is, sadly. Cary

Grant and Rosalind Russell

(pictured above) play divorcing

reporters brought together for one

last case. They spend most of the

film exchanging tongue lashings

and looking at each other like they

would much rather be swapping

saliva. If you can get past the

muffled soundtrack and grainy

footage, this is one of the best

showcases of verbal wit you will

ever encounter; when someoneremarks on how charming Cary

Grants Walter is, Rosalind Russell

quips He comes by it naturally, his

grandfather was a snake. It is

hard to imagine many actresses

today pulling off the droll sexiness

of Russell in this film. Indeed,

cumbersome lip fillers probably

mean they have clauses in their

contracts against two-syllable ormore words.

Before becoming known for his

grizzled cowboy roles, Gary Cooper

actually plied his trade playing

hapless small towners exploited by

the newspaper biz. Mr Deeds Goes

to Town (1936) sees the

eponymous country bumpkin

inherit a fortune and become the

target of award winning journalistLouise Bennett. As she falls for

him, she begins to regret

portraying him as an inept

eccentric in the press. If you can

suspend belief and embrace the

fact the film has a Pulitzer Prize

winner still rooming with one of

her best mates, it makes gripping

viewing. Accused of madness due

to his extravagant philanthropy,

Mr Deeds has interesting

implications for our own times; is it

really so insane to help those

struggling in a recession? After all,

these are the same people who

stare out at us hopelessly from

every newspapers front page.

Likewise, Meet John Doe (1941)

sees Cooper get caught up in a

newspaper-induced quasi-

revolution. Barbara Stanwycks

desperate journalist creates a

fictitious man threatening to

commit suicide because of the ills

of society. Coopers tall, dark and

handsome ex-baseball player fits

the bill to pose as this John Doe to

milk the ruse and keep paper sales

up. What follows is a sort of 1940s

version of We are the 99% asJohn Doe

begins to believe his hype and

embrace his growing role as the

nations moral saviour; John Doe

clubs rally and protest for better

economic opportunities. Sound

familiar? On a side note, there is

also one particularly Freudian

spanking scene between Stanwyck

and Cooper that I will probably

have to explain to a therapist one

day.

It Happened One Night (1934) is

also quite risque. Spoilt heiress,

Claudette Colbert, is hunted down

by Clark Gables rakish reporter in

abid to get a scoop for hisnewspaper. Noted for its

pioneering on-screen nudity

(Gable doesnt wear a vest

underneath his shirt (gasp) and

Colbert flashes her gams in order

to hitch a ride), It Happened One

Night is actually a very sweet love

story, filled with sparkling dialogue

to stop you reaching for the sick-

bag. Plus, any film featuring an

extended metaphor for putting out

involving a trumpet and shouting

about the Walls of Jericho is worth

it for that alone.

Of course, I couldnt finish without

mentioning Citizen Kane (1941).

The rise and fall of the newspaper

tycoon has entranced generations.

Whether you believe the hype or

not, this is another film that

resonates with our own time.

Rupert Murdochs recent fall from

grace echoes the lonely demise of

Kane; when all the adoring

groupies are gone, where does the

self-made man turn in his twilight

years? At least Murdoch has his

spry wife to defend him, Kane was

only left with crumbling towers of

memories.

It is striking many of these films

have so much relevance to life

today, but it is dismaying that sofew nowadays can boast the same.

In an age of new technology where

celebrity rules, it is hard to tell a

news story apart from a reality

show. Perhaps that is why more

recent, well-crafted films

concerning journalism also focus

on the past. The Lives of Others

(2006) managed to be an original

exploration of writing under Stasi

oppression and the all-consuming

desire for celebrity. A far cry from

the current parade of Carrie

Bradshaw knock-off films that are

more about an all-consuming

desire for shoes than anything

else. The Devil Wears Prada,

anyone? Nevertheless, maybe all

hope is not lost. The interesting

times our media faces could kick-

start a revival of the newspaperfilm- though I doubt the

euphemism the Walls of Jericho

will ever catch on.

You can watch His Girl Friday free

(and legally) online here: http://

archive.org/details/

HisGirlFriday-1940

And Meet John Doe here: http://

archive.org/details/meet_john_doe
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Prague Flea Market, Kolbenova, Jan 2012

Prague Flea Market, Kolbenova, Jan

2012

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Wild Mushrooms: An autumn fungi foray

by Rebecca Davies

I set off on a bright sunny

afternoon and walked through the

church yard towards the nearbywoods. Amongst the graves I came

across a beautiful tree covered in

red fruit, like jewels in the sun.

Crab apples! I shouted excitedly

and started to pick the fruit off the

tree. I took a bite into one of the

tiny globes. It was nothing like I

expected, actually juicy and sweet.

A bonus find, I started collecting

the apples from a branch broken

under the weight. It would make

some delicious wine.

I continued on my mushroom hunt

through the graveyard and came

across a group of mushrooms,

wavy at the edges with a tan

coloured cap and lilac gills. I

picked one and examined it.

Lepista nuda or Wood blewit. Over

the style into the field where the

farmer seemed to be growing a big

crop of rapeseed, swinging my

wicker basket in anticipation of the

other mushrooms Id find.

I breathed in the smell of the

autumn freshness, the damp smell

of the trees, kicking up the red and

orange leaves underfoot as I went.

I love this time of year with thebeautiful colours everywhere. I

followed a stream and suddenly

spotted, nestled on the bank, some

familiar shaped leaves.

Im sure thats wild watercress.

I bent down to pick the dark green

leaves. I tasted them they

definitely had that peppery taste.

Another ingredient to add to mysalad later.

Further on I walked past a pond,

small waves blowing in the wind

towards the shore. Through a gate

I spotted something growing at the

base of a tree.

Its a puff ball!

Lycoperdon perlatum, the common

puff ball. I cut into it with my

penknife and revealed the creamy

white flesh which was fresh and

clean. It has a marshmallow

texture and is edible when young,

delicious sliced and fried in butter.

Some of them were past their best,

I stepped on one and big puff came

out. I picked a few of the best

specimens and put them in my

basket.

Up the hill-track and there in a

five-foot diameter semi-circle were

at least thirty mushrooms!

How exciting! Look at them all

theyre amazing!

I didnt immediately know what

they were. The mushrooms were

brownish grey, quite large, with a

11cm diameter dry, smooth cap

and a 12cm length stem. However

as I was unable to identify them I

put them in a separate bag. This is

vital when you dont know if a

mushroom is poisonous, because if

poisonous spores fall on edible

mushrooms they can make these

poisonous also. They had a

perfumey turnip smell. Later I

identified them as Clouded Agaric

(Clitocybe nebularis). They had

creamish colour gills, which were

crowded and slightly decurrent.

However I was disappointed to find

out they werent edible and could

cause digestive upset.

I continued along the path, the

dappled sunshine following me into

the woods. I had high hopes I

might even find a Porcini, known

as Cep in France or Penny bun in

Britain one of the most highly

prized mushrooms. There were

lots of little fungi and poking in the

undergrowth with a stick I saw the

top of another.

Could that be an ink cap?

Was it a common ink cap? I have

not actually eaten these as they

are extremely toxic if eaten within

48 hours of consuming alcohol.

The shaggy ink cap on the other

hand is very good to eat. Into my

basket it went for identification

later. The older ones certainly had

some black substance like ink on

their gills, hence the name. Deeper

into the woods there was a tree

that had fallen across the path and

a huge clump of glistening yellow

mushrooms. Definitely Sulphur

tuft. They looked beautiful butunfortunately were poisonous.

Just a little further were some

more mushrooms growing on dead

wood. Grouped together similar to

the Sulphur tuft, could they be

Honey fungus(Armillariamellea)?The stems however were

wider and than the Honey fungus.

I later identified them as Bulbous

honey fungus (Armillaria bulbosa),

similar to the Honey fungus but

with a more swollen base on the

stem. Delicious just the same. This

mushroom had a brown cap, very

convex at first becoming flatter.

The young ones had a darker area

in the middle with hair-like scales.

Dirty white gills becoming flesh

coloured with age. Note that Honey

fungus is extremely destructiveand kills trees and shrubs so keep

it away from your garden.

However the Armillaria bulbosa is
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Continued from front page Within 2

weeks, I had a little condo, became

an art collector, started my own art

gallery and had a wardrobe to die

for. Today, I am a celebrated artist

and have made a name for myself.

Well, another name anyway.

Evolution 2006-2012 by

Kristine Schomaker

When I created my avatar, Gracie

Kendal, I had no idea I would be

looking so deeply into identity, both

on a very personal level and publicly.

At that time, I was suffocating in my

life. I was working on my Masters

Degree, had a full time job, I was

living with my parents to save

money and hardly creating any art.

My life changed the first time I

logged into Second Life.

Second Life offers people the

freedom to explore changing identity

dynamics. Experimentation is

welcome. It is a safe environment

which allows unlimited freedom toexpress oneself and consider

boundaries/barriers that arent

readily accepted in the physical

world. Michael Gibbons in an article

Avatars for Art Monthly wrote,

Computer screens are becoming the

new location for our fantasies The

immateriality of cyberspace

dissolves not only space and time,

but our identities as well. For some

this is a frightening prospect, for

others perhaps the beginnings of a

new empowerment.

The G Crew at EID by

Kristine Schomaker

How cool is it for people to actually

get a second life? For those who have

been residents of the amazing world

of Second Life, whether for a few

hours, weeks, months or many

years we get it. We understand

what it means to don a persona, an

identity a mask and become

someone else, either to explore

another aspect of ourselves or find

our true self. Avatars are amazing

inventions. Just like Halloween,

Carnival or masquerades, we can be

brave, open and imaginative without

judgement or criticism.

In October 2010 I started shootingphotographs of avatars. When Ifinished year later, I had shot 2000

portraits. Each of the avatars who

participated in this project is a

person. A brave, creative, fabulous

person who found their way to

Second Life for whatever reason, and

they get it.

Gracie Kendal at the

1000+ Avatars

installation in Second Life

by Kristine Schomaker

One of the ideas behind the project

was to capture the essence of themodels. I wanted to show their

humanity, energy and personality.

Their character and attitude stood

out so innocently, yet poignantly. I

took a shot of both their front and

back sides. My plan was to hang the

portraits of their backs on the wall

so they would remain anonymous.

Their faces would be hidden. They

would be unrecognizable. Are they

men or women? Who are they? Does

it matter?

I have always believed that the

avatar was a mask that we use to

hide ourselves in order to truly show

ourselves.While I was shooting your

avatars, I saw so much life, so much

humanity, so much reality from

smiles to gestures to dancing to hair

and hats, to the smallest details ofsteampunk, dragons, and goth I

wanted to share this with everyone.

Most people in the real world spend

their lives in hiding. Hiding behind

TV screens, reality shows, plastic

surgery, diets, make-up staying in.

Second Life allows us to come out.

We can escape the bonds of everyday

life and the mundane tasks that wedread and enslave us. We log into

this amazing world full of hopes and

dreams.

Balance by Kristine

Schomaker

I have met many people here with

physical disabilities who log in and

walk, swim, talk and hear. How

wonderful is it that we can

communicate with people all over

the world through the easiest of

translators. We can collaborate

without borders or boundaries. Icant wait to see the evolution of

second life and its impact on society

in the future.

After shooting 2000 Avatar

portraits, I published a 2 volume set

of the avatars and Im putting

together a mixed-reality

performance/installation that opens

in May 2012 in Los Angeles. You can

view a selection of portraits atwww.

1000avatars.wordpress.com.
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Location: London

Website:http://

www.charlottehopkinshall.com/

Brief artists statement:

Like so many painters before me I have a

very real curiosity of mansidiosyncrasies and relation to reality.

From this I paint a form of psychological

drama, shaped by a desire for my

paintings to interact with the viewer by

creating a strange rapport between the

two. It is as though they were eagerly

seeking attention and desperately trying

to put sound to their irrevocable silence.

I achieve this principally with the

intensity of their gaze. They may make

direct contact by way of a look or quite

the opposite deny with a refusal toacknowledge, lost within their own state

of mind, within their own reality.

How did you become an artist? Did you

always dream of a life in the art-

world?

I have no memories of this but

apparently I always was one. At the age

of 15/16 I decided that this was the route

I wanted to take. My mother, supportive

but cautious, patiently sat me down and

explained to me that it would be a very

hard and difficult path. She was right,

but I have no regrets.

How has your education helped your

career?

I had a fantastic education and it helped

my career by setting a rigor that remains

with me today.

Do you work as an artist full-time?

Yes, when possible. I do part-time work

when the money runs out.

Describe your typical day. Do you have

a routine?

I work best in the mornings and my most

productive timeframe is 10am and 4pm.

I do have a routine and if it is changed it

upsets my day. I wake up early, take an

hour to read the paper with a coffee and

set off to the studio. Once there, I have a

cup of coffee sitting in my 1930s club

armchair looking at the work, thinking

about the next steps. At this point I will

start work. At about 4pm I start to crave

another coffee and food. I have a 20

minute break and then start work again

to about 6pm when I start to get tired. At

which time I either stop or push on to

7/8pm (if I have a show on I will work

late).

Parallel Minds

Which historical and contemporar y

artists do you refer to most often? How

are you influenced by their work?

I have a very eclectic taste and most of

the artists that I love have nothing in

common with my work. They trigger a

thought. I integrate the energy more

than the aesthetic, if that makes sense.

Matisse, Manet, Duchamp, Bacon,

Kirchner, Byzantine icons, Louise

Bourgeois, Thomas Hirschhorn, Neo

Rauch, Banks Violet, just off the top of

my head.

What are the other influences on your

work?

Books are a vital component for me in

understanding and directing my work. I

read a lot of theory. Otherwise, everyday

life, the news, small incidences, anything

will trigger a thought process.

What was the last exhibition you

visited?

Anslem Kiefer at the White Cube

Bermondsy

What is your favourite art gallery?

Galerie Eigen + Art

What are your experiences of the art-

world and the business of art?

They were quite positive at first, but

quickly became very cut throat. Bad

payers, bad communication etc

Galleries sometimes forget that we, the

artists, are the reason why they are

making the money. It is a tough world

with strong egos but when it works its

great.

Do you have any tips or advice you

wish you had known earlier in your

career?

To be less nave. The gallerist is not your

friend, he is merchant and in the end will

only have his interests at heart.

Do you have a quotation that you keep

coming back to and that keep you

going? Have you a motto that gets you

through?

Louise Bourgeois Whats in this space is

under my control.

I have a very deep commitment to my

work and I am strong headed.Which historical artist do you think is

over-rated? Why?

This is a difficult one because there are a

number that I could state, but when I

launch into justifying my reasons I find

that I keep finding redeeming qualities. I

do get bored. For example Modigliani

bores me, but imagining a whole room

filled to the ceiling with his work, an

obsessive quality of repetition would

become interesting that would distract

me from his tame paintings.

Do you or would you use assistants tomake your work?

No, and I dont think I ever will, or maybe

just to do the paper work. I am a

perfectionist and in any case my work is

very much my own painting technique.

Do you use social networks? if so, how

and which ones do you find most

useful?

No I dont. I probably should but there

are clauses on the Terms and Conditions

that I am unhappy with.

Which artist should we all look up

immediately? What art magazines,

blogs or sites should art lovers be

looking at?

Francesca di Matteo. I like Art Monthly.

Im tired with the glossies where half of

the content are Rolex or Mercedes

adverts although I quite like Art Review.

Artist interview - Charlotte Hopkins Hall

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9/16



Fresh Sounds from Eclectic Pop-rock Band

by LADYKATE

Thunder and Lightning by

Everything But Arms

I got the chance to

preview an album of a

new, up and coming

band which I believe

could be pretty big this

year. The Portsmouth

based 5-piece is young,talented and

contemporary. Going by

the name ofEverythingBut Arms, these young

men have only been a

band officially since

June 2010, after they all

left separate semi-serious bands to

combine their mix of

talents and create a

committed band with

huge potential. They are

primarily a pop-rock

group who have been

described by newspapersas eclectic and fresh.

This album Thunder

and Lightning is their

first full length release

and consists mainly of

rock songs, though they

throw in the occasionalsoft-centred melody.

Their carefully crafted

harmonies and

combined knowledge of

music theory and

practical experience

provide the perfect

recipe for the perfect

album.

As is the case with most

of the music that moves

me, their songs mean

something. The lyricsWill (the singer &

bassist) creates are

drawn from personal

experience, which for

the most part the listener

can relate to. Some

speak out about the

struggles the band haveovercome as a unit.

Unlike many bands

today, these songs draw

on real life, rather than

telling generic love and

break up songs.

They provide a freshoutlook on life and by

the end of the album you

feel somewhat uplifted

and ready to take on the

year ahead. And just in

time too, with its spring

release date its ready to

get you out of thosewinter blues and ready

to put spring into your

step.

Take my word Electrify is one of the

most beautiful pieces of

music you will listen to

this year. Keep your eye

out forEverything But

Armsas this spring isgoing to see them across

the South of England(and maybe further

afield) as they tour the

album. The talent this

band holds deserves to

be spread and these five

young lads warrant

success for their efforts

on this album.

If you still dont believe

me you can listen to

their two singlesSoPeterandMy Dads aSuperspy, taken from the

album. They have even

progressed significantlysince these two releases

and I cannot wait to get

my hands on the album,

I can tell you it will be a

fiver worth spent.

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Greed

Rome, Ponte Casilino. Iaia Bell

Spongebob in Rome

You can call me Sir
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11/16



Travels by Film Roman Holiday (1953)

byPHILIPPA BURNE

Ive been to Rome a couple of

times. Though Ive never been

there with Gregory Peck. And

Ive never been there with a

wardrobe designed by that

legend of film Edith Head. Or

been there as a princess

pretending to be a pauper. Mine

is more the journey of a pauper

acting like a princess.

Rome brings that out in a girl.

All those Roman ruins bring

delusions of grandeur, fantasies

of eating peeled grapes and

scheming to overthrow an

Emperor while lounging by a

steaming, mosaic-laden bath.

(The closest I got was an

invitation to a bathhouse on a

Saturday night by the waiter

who served me coffee every

morning near my hotel. His

name was Tal. His coffee was

good. Im sure his intentions

were not. He was not my

Gregory Peck. I declined to

steam in his bath.)

Two paragraphs in and I

havent even mentioned Audrey

Hepburn. Talented, elegant, and

beautiful in heart. I challenge

you to find an analogous actress

now. When Gregory puts his

hand into the mouth of truth

(bocca della verita) and

pretends that its been bitten off

and Audrey screams, her

reaction is real, the moment

spontaneous, cooked up by Peck

and director William Wyler. I

scream like a banshee when

scared; Audrey remains elegant

to her core. She deserved Edith

Heads design-eye far more

than I do.

If Rome is a city where

anything can happen, Roman

Holiday is its fairytale. From

the beginning when Princess

Anns enchantment begins with

a sleeping draught to the

ending when Joe Bradley our

tabloid prince behaves with a

moral code little seen in this

century, this is Fantasy 101 and

I love it.

The device is simple: to show an

innocent (our princess) a city, a

world, a life. Joe takes Ann first

to his apartment in via

Margutta, the artists quarter of

Rome, not far from the Spanish

Steps. This is where

Renaissance and Baroque

artists lived, drank and fought.

Caravaggio may well have owed

money to someone living in this

very building. Or fought a duel

with them. Ann and Joe are just

one modern layer on the

history of this narrow street.

Layer upon layer, century upon

century, civilisation upon

civilisation, its difficult to

comprehend Rome in its

vastness, both in space andtime. What better place to lose

yourself for a day, perhaps

longer, perhaps more

permanently. Reinvention in a

city that is constantly growing

new layers.

But Romes no mouldy relic; its

alive and well and buzzing with

scooters. As Gregory whizzes

Audrey through one of Romes

iconic and death-dodging

roundabouts, it reminds me of a

taxi ride I once had through

Rome where I said to the

veering, diving driver Roman

traffic is chaos and he

answered, It is just free. We

Romans are free. (We made it

through unscathed and I did

indeed feel a renewed zest for

life.) Princess Ann is arrested

for erratic driving of a scooter

a little unfair consideringItalian driving but also

begging two other questions:

how can a European princess

speak all those many languages,

but not speak Italian?, and how

inept are the Italian police that

they do not recognise a missing

princess. (Scrap that last one; I

think recent history with

Berlusconi answers every

question about Italian policing.)

Has anyone ever stood by the

Trevi Fountain without being

given a rose? Its the place for

bold romantic gestures and

wishing on a tossed coin. Ann

and Joe are falling in love witheach other. Tourists are falling

in love with Rome. When a
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By Anna-Marie Amato

What guides us through an

invisible show?

The cubes, which make up the

Brian Griffiths show, seem to have

an intrinsic comment about

revelation due to their size and the

fact they are covered.And withanything ambiguous there is the

invitation to question and

therefore we are lead through the

exhibition with the answers our

inspiration brings us.

The notion of invisibility can be the

practical implication of something

not being visually accessible, or it

can be the more abstract idea that

something is overlooked. Being

seen and being admired seem to

hold a powerful connection when it

comes to the human condition.Wefeel that when we are not valued,

we are not seen; which, in a way,

comes with an optimism since we

are basically saying what is being

rejected is what is not known.

The large scale of the cubes are

almost daring one to notice them;

but the colour is subtle as if it isnt

intentionally trying to obstruct,

but thats simply the way it is.

The folds of the fabric and some of

the layout of the stitching, suggest

there is some kind of system. Thepattern of a tailored suit goesthrough an established process.However this structure has been

manipulated for an alternative

cause.

This kind of covering with fabric

seems to allude to protection and

this style of wrapping is often

positioned in the same way for so

long that it fades of becomes

discoloured in relation to its

position. This fabric seems fresh.Something is over because it

requires covering, but it hasnt

begun tofulfillits purpose andtherefore it hasnt begun.

Perhaps the main element of the

exhibition is mystery and the

unknown and the presentation of

something which, according to thetitle, is not exactly what we

perceive.

Finding the Invisible Show

charming man with a smile

gives you a red rose it brings

the city to bloom. When the

same charming man names his

price for the rose, the bloom

fades. In true princely style, Joe

protects Princess Ann from the

rose-tempters of the Trevi

Fountain. But he indulges her in

all the other joys of Rome.

Buying shoes. Smoking a

cigarette with an espresso.

Gelato on the Spanish Steps.

(Just what does she do with the

end of that cone? Is there a bin

nearby? Do not tell me thatAudrey is a litter-bug, I couldnt

bear it.) Fighting the bad guys

in black suits at the dance-

barge on the Tiber River. Our

princess is scrappy in a good

way. And any day out of reality

has to include a party with

consequences. Although I

wouldnt recommend swimming

in the Tiber. Not even to elude

the secret service. Well, maybe

then.

In most fairytales, girls dream

of becoming princesses. They

find their prince and love,

innocence and purity make

dreams come true. In Roman

Holiday, the princess is

innocent and pure, she finds

her prince and falls in love, but

he is only the answer to her

prayer for a day she must give

him up: the prince can marry

the pauper but evidently the

princess can not

Its Edith Head who has the

final word in Roman Holiday:Audrey begins the film dressed

all in white: an innocent

princess in an engulfing

nightgown, long

unsophisticated hair, milk

before bed. At the end of the

film, our princess is wearing

dark colours, her hair is short

and sassy, her eyes have

secrets to keep. Perhaps after

all the fairytale message of

Roman Holiday is that we who

can walk out of the palace at the

end of the visit are happier

than those trapped inside.
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The not so wise owlbyALLYF

Oscar had achieved much during his life. He

caught more worms than any other Owl. He even

helped the cranky crows as they were commonly

known in this neighbourhood and when fathercrow hurt his foot, he supplied a big enough food

fund to erase anyones worries. But all is not as it

seems and no matter how thoughtful Oscar may

appear it was all a front because he simply wanted

to be the most popular bird there is. The Owl that

everyone knew and the real Owl, were two very

different people, to the point that when one of the

old bats flew past his pent house tree lodge she

looked twice, turned around and flew back for a

closer look. She was so taken a back that she said

out loud; how very very odd, Im quite certainOscar lives alone and what ghastly clothing.

must be a relative!

To paint a clearer picture the Owl that everyone

knew looks like this. He wears a tweed waistcoatat all times. In the right-hand pocket there is a

pocket watch, and a hanky in the left. Glasses on

his head which bizarrely he never uses and a pipe

that was never ignited has a permanent place

under his left wing. Now the real Owl wore a white

baggy T-shirt with constant bean juice on it

(strange really because Owls dont eat beans) and

not to mention the unsightly gold chain. When

inside his humble abode he would often be

wondering around wingeing about all the errands

that he had to do for the less capable, all so that he

could stay in his penthouse which had been

awarded him by the council for his kindness and

consideration towards others and with the written

oath of long may it continue. He took some

bakewells around to Harriet the hedgehogs. The

Owl that everyone knew would have taken

four,however when purchased he was in his real

Owl mode so only took three (well youve got to

look after number one). When he left Harriets he

made sure not to leave empty-handed and took

some delightful crockery that he might be able to

flog for a good price. Owls penthouse bore a

striking resemblance to Aladdins cave. From all

the errands he had taken part in in the last year

although not physically but underneath all his

clothing he was always the real Owl. Always

thinking about what he could gain from a situation

to improve his life. When the sad reality is he had

gained nothing by taking what didnt belong to

him. The magpies had to work ten times harder

without the gold chain to live off and by pretending

to be nice to his so called friends he was merely

establishing false friendships that only reflected on

his character. However Oscar continued his

collecting spree although he knew he was doing

something wrong.

Then one day which so happened to be a Thursday

but felt like a Friday. The old bats elder sister, old-

old bat flew past the penthouse and was nearly

blinded by the glimmering lights. What on earth is

that she said why never in my life did I ever see

such a thing! Not knowing what to do she hurried

home in haste and told her sister at once. Who

replied with: why darling maybe he just keeps the

sun in there. They disputed but eventually agreed

that either way it seemed very odd indeed and

they decided to look together. This time not only

did they see the bright shiny glimmer from inside

the wardrobe but also Miss Magpies chain aroundan unfamiliar looking Owl who appeared to be

admiring his riches. The old bats began tapping on

the window almost immediately and shouting at

the Owl demanding an explanation. He turned to

the window in utter shock then in a desperate

hope that he wouldnt be recognised. The bats

refused to give up and gnawed their way through

the glass (they had frightfully sharp teeth for

bats).

Owl confessed all over a cup of PG stating; how he

just wanted to be loved, and thought highly of but

he never got anything back. The old old bat told

him that appreciation comes in a variety of forms

and not always within immediate response to your

kind hearted ways: we all live and learn Oscar.

Exactly a week later Oscar the Owl no longer lived

in a pent house tree lodge but under a fallen tree

trunk with nothing but his tweed jacket and pocket

watch for company. Maybe this Owl was now a

little wiser and he could start becoming the owl

that everyone knew.
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I wore my sneakers but Im not a sneak.

byHOLLY TAYLOR

I am always ready to draw

inspiration from anything,

anywhere, at anytime. They sayyou cant get blood from a stone

but I think if you gave me time I

am pretty sure Id find inspiration

in onesomehow.

Each time I dress I imagine myself

becoming somebody else, almost

like fancy dress but to me, a bit

more serious. Clothes can turn you

into anything you want to be, and

that may mean that sometimes I

want to be an elderly grandpa with

knitted jumpers and elbow patches

or sometimes I may want to be an

Ivy leaguer with my navy fitted,

gold buttoned blazer, shirt and

loafers.

Like many people, I also draw

inspiration from the world of

music and the musicians who live,

breathe and play there. As I have

grown, admittedly, the genres and

eras Ive drawn from have

developed into a place which I

would think was more accepting

within society. These days I turn to

the sixties, to the summer of love

andto the three days of peace andmusic with the aid of flares and

bell bottoms, crochet, fringing and

tie dye, whilst at the same time

trying to avoid looking like the last

thing left for me to do is carve a

pumpkin ready for halloween.

This wasnt always the case

nevertheless, as in my early teens

I didnt take the route of listening

to The Cure, Pulp & Leonard Cohen

(a soundtrack sitting, waiting,

wishing for Holden and his red

hunting hat to hit the silver

screen) like a stereotypical

frustrated teenager. To think back,

a phrase which sounds pathetic

when I will only turn twenty-three

this year (my memory is

dreadful), I wouldnt say I was a

frustrated teen in the same way it

is portrayed in film and in

literature. Even before hitting my

adolescence I quite often had a

vendetta with myself but rarely at

the world and thus, Morrissey to

me wasnt manna from heaven

that frosty, winter morning in late

2002 when I woke up to the soundof the postman delivering my

thirteenth birthday.

It makes sense, I get it, I can see

the reason why people make this

connection to the likes of The

Smiths and why they are bound to

J.D Salingers The Catcher in the

Rye as if they were the books

spine, the poetic simplicity of their

existentialist sentences talk

directly to them as if they alone

were the writings sole subject and

purpose.

For me however, I found my youth

down a yellow brick road headed

straight for seventies New York.

Not to Bethel and not even to

Manhattan but to the Bronx and to

the birth of hip hop

All areas of hip hop interested me,

its history and culture and not

solely how the music sounded;

although greatly important. I am

slightly embarrassed but at the

same time proud when thinking

back to the extent this whole new

and at first, slightly hazy lifestyle

took over my existence. I

submerged myself in it to the

degree that not only did it flood my

ears, my mind and myheart but it

began to saturate my wardrobe. I

remember my first wage packet at

the age of fourteen and how it went

straight on a pair of Levi anti-fit

jeans which I had had my eyes and

heart set on for weeks beforehand,

in anticipation. I had desired jeans

that had ample room to fit myself

and a whole other person in,

incase; without meaning to sound

crude, I ever felt the inclination. I

wore Nike Dunks and Billionaire

Boys Club t-shirts whilst the

recent and still unfamiliar feelingof my pocket burning holes flirted

with basketball jerseys on

shopping trips and my baby blues

eyed up my best friends pristine

Air Force Ones all in order to be

like the hip hop artists at the time.

I was white and I was female but it

didnt stop me.I wore G-Unitearrings to school, chose the

history of hip-hop as my talking

point for presentations in English

classes and one day my friend and

I even drew a teardrop on our

faces with the closest Bic biro in

sight.

Recollecting and seeing these

memories compiled together on

screen, it all seems a bit

cringeworthy now and at times a

bit too far fetched but that love

affair with hip hop still remains,

pumping through my veins,

indomitable as ever but now more

like an old friend, one who always

welcomes me back with open arms.

Make no mistake however, there is

aforceful impediment andrestraint on it ever coming into

contact with my wardrobe again.
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15/16



The Cinema of Ideas

By Barry Bliss

What are we coming to? No

room for me, no fun for you.

David Bowie

A revolution in cinema has

taken place and most people

are blissfully unaware of it.

This revolution is as great as

the French Nouvelle Vague

or maybe even the coming of

sound, the discovery of

montage and the invention

of the zoom. But there is a

paradox because although

this revolution is all

encompassing, by its very

nature it also remains

obscure, underground, and

therefore inaccessible.

This revolution is a child of

the digital age its midwife

the digital camera that is

both inexpensive to buy/hire

and equally cheap to service.

Advances in technique have

meant that these cameras

are no longer objects of fun

or ridicule, but have now

created images that few

would dismiss as anything

other than beautiful. With

this revolution the many are

once again enfranchised,

given a voice, a platform to

shout from a luxury only

enjoyed by the few until

quite recently. However (and

this is the sting in the tail)

although the many now rush

to create their own slices of

immortality, few of you have

access to view the fruits of

their labours as the process

of production has now

outrun the means of

exhibition.

We are still firmly stuck in

the age of popcorn and

multiplexes. Even the art-

house cinemas of my youth

have either disappeared or

embraced the machine that

determines freedom of

choice, but only from a

narrow bank on offer. The

cinema chains may have

become more diversified,

however those who supply

the films for exhibition can

still be counted on the

fingers of one hand and

they in turn often seem to

replicate what has already

been offered by their

competitors. We seem to

have returned to the age of

Henry Ford where you could

have a car in any colour as

long as it was black.

Other avenues too seem to be

ever-diminishing.

Independent filmmakers

were always given the sop

that if no mainstream buyer

would take up your film,

then an outing at a festival

would bring you notice and a

deal. However through the

pressures of the

marketplace, or just an

inherent conservatism and

resistance to experiment,

most of the so-called indie

festivals are indifferent to

anything that doesnt fit a

specific criteria a criteria Imight add that has been

developed by god-knows who

(certainly not the industry

practitioners). Cinema has

always had its fair share of

self-appointed arbiters of

taste, but now this condition

seems to have effected allplatforms. This choice seems

to me no choice at all. No

choice that is but one.

It has only been very

recently that filmmakers

have been able to

realistically show and sell

feature-length films online.

This technology is still in its

infancy. Will it be the tool to

break the stranglehold the

mainstream industry has on

your access to watching

films? It may be too soon to

tell technology has begun a

stampede in filmic terms andat the moment we are all just

holding on for dear life. What
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is true though is that we are

no longer condemned to

make low budget horrors or

derivative gangster flicks.

The field is open the only

restrictions are the limits ofour own imaginations. At

last we are free of the

prescriptive process, which

dictates what we make films

about, and what you are able

to see. Every skateboarder

or base-jumper, every

wannabe Kurosawa and

Lang can take up a camera

and announce to the world

that they are here. Of every

one hundred such films

made, ninety-nine will

probably be unwatchable,

but its that single film of

note that will now be seen

that makes this all worth

while.

I have always tried to make

films about something. Some

of these efforts have been

more successful than others

the point is we may now be

in a time where we can allow

the next generation the

luxury to fail. Only through

failure can you inevitably

have a sort of progress, and

with it hopefully a cinematic

future.

Its only with this attitude

that we can survive as a

filmmaking nation. That is

indeed my hope room to

experiment, room to fail if

necessary. And it is in thisclimate I embarked on a

musical about a struggling

artist. No car chases, no

murders, not a single hard-

boiled cynical cop. Not your

usual multiplex fare Im

afraid but then again Im

not sure I want you

munching on popcorn when

you view it.

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